My future child, whom is yet to even know their father, will surely have big rosy cheeks that will be kissed every morning & night, their eyes will twinkle with delight at the smallest things — They may become truant, yet they’ll remain studious, perhaps a little quiet but the loudest voice in the right room. They’ll be my little star and their cradle and adolescent room will be covered in the things, space ships and planets and galaxies, to let them know they’re greater than any space mystery, that they will be out — of — this — world! That I love them more than the universe’s ever expanding mass, and they will never know what it feels like to be unloved because all they have ever felt is their mother’s warm, protective embrace and their father’s supportive hand on their shoulder, their grandmother’s sweet yet chiding words, their aunts & uncles spoiling them rotten with gifts (They will not forget their manners!). They’ll have all my letters one day, of before their birth, of after, they’ll know they were so wanted no matter the circumstance, that their life was meant to be lived, that if nothing else has a place in the world, they do, they do, they do.